Twisted, bloodthirsty black thorns squeezed in from all directions.
Each spike exudes strong polluting mental power, which is cold and sticky, trying to penetrate every pore of Lu Chen and erode his sanity.
This is the dreamland of Princess Rose, a place of despair contaminated by the fairy tale "Sleeping Beauty".
Outside the dream, the atmosphere in the medical monitoring room of the Duke of Zhen's residence was extremely solemn.
On the huge high-definition screen, Lu Shen's first perspective after entering the dreamland was broadcast live.
The wildly dancing black thorns, just through the screen, made the medical staff present feel palpitations.
"Three seconds, I bet he can't last three seconds."
Evans, a blond Western psychiatrist in a white coat, held a cup of coffee and shook his head contemptuously.
"With this kind of concentration of mental pollution, without professional protection training, his spirit will be torn to pieces in an instant. What an ignorant and arrogant Easterner."
